This is me, setting intentions.
This is me telling the universe, The Powers That Be, that I am ready.
This is me sifting through the wreckage of dreams laid bare, allowed to crash against the rocks of life. This is me sorting what to keep, what to reimagine, and what to leave behind.
I am writing again. I am curating a book of poems and imagery. I am going back to school and completing my English degree.
I am ready, and open, and know where my heart lies.
Right there, along the precipice.
I am ready to jump.